Hurtling through heavy snow, our hands are cold and the moon sets lowLittle sister let your sharp teeth show, pass winter fieldsStop the car by the old wire post, skidding rabbits make good paper ghostsThey lick the salt off the Sussex coast and fall into winter fields

Rows of White, Spelled our escape in the old torch lightOh Mother, I'm scared to close my eyesIn some winter dreams will make you dive and dive and dive down

In sub zero I can't stand still, colors of absence flooding the hillIn wonderment I trip and spill through winter fieldsUnder the stairs taps the metronome, a diver suit that we've all outgrownI need to get to where the wild things roam through all of my winter dreams

Rows of white, spelled our escaped in the old torch lightOh mother, I'm scared to close my eyesSome winter dreams will make you dive and dive and dive down